Pruning her Sun

She is eating a true fruit
topless and ripe for the taking
as the juice cascades
a slow trickle down her chin
along the ample
curve of her breast,

resting on the tip
of a glistening nipple
and my waiting lips
slip a sampled drink
stealing the succulent
nectar from a goddess.

She desires these thin lips
humming and nibbling
sucking on her throbbing bud.....

till her eyes roll
and the dam burst
flooding my face
with all of creation.

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